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[mcondance]

you and hobie in the fwb phase.. you dont understand my best ideas come to me at night.

you two began connecting through a mutual friend in his band, right after one of his shows at an underground bar, getting a round of drinks and laughing at hobie's increasingly confusing jokes. nothing much happened that night, you just left with the hot tall boys number in your phone. it goes on to a few more meetings with your friend ft. hobie, but soon enough you start hanging out on your own. your texts are a mix of jokes, conversations about eachother, and the occasional obscure image that hobie sends with little to no context. you invite him over for a smoke sesh, legs propped up on the coffee table as he talks about his next project. you steal glances at him as you roll up, his long legs stretching across the rug as the pins on his jacket clink together, his eyes stuck to the ceiling. you almost are able to see a maybe-blush on his cheekbones. hobie and you spend the next few hours talking about eachother as a mindless cartoon show mumurs in the background. it soon leads to his arm resting on the couch, almost wrapping around your shoulders as his fingers brush against them. hobie might've been too high, but he could've swore you were slightly leaning into him, fitting into the curve of his side. he hasn't even left yet, but you two talk about the next time you're gonna meet. god, his smile is infectious. your mouth kinda hurts, but you're laughing too much to care. hobie would've kissed you now, but he believes its too soon. next date, for sure. probably. maybe. he kinda doesn't wanna wait that long. so maybe now? hm.

ok listen im tired but i have like a whole thing in my head that ends up with high clothed sex on your couch with hobie

look i need you to start publishing this shit like sending this thru my inbox is not doing it justice it all 😭😭